Just as he was thinking about it, several militiamen had almost finished searching the small house and reported to Yang Dagang: "There are thirty or forty sets of seasonal clothes, five new winter cotton-padded jackets, more than twenty pairs of leather shoes and canvas shoes, five hundred yuan in cash, dozens of bills, and two foreign language books. There is also a bicycle, and a lot of sugar, fine grains, eggs, and meat. The curtains and sheets are made of the finest fabrics I've ever seen!"
The surrounding villagers who heard this started to talk about it. Wow, they knew Shen Zhiqing was rich, but they didn't know he was so rich. They were in their twenties and their entire lives, but the clothes they had from childhood to adulthood didn't add up to as much as Shen Zhiqing had in that season, not to mention all the other good things.
Zhao Xiaoyun was shocked and excited: "Comrade militia, you must investigate thoroughly. With so many good things, I think Shen Zhiqing's money came from illicit sources. She also has foreign books. Don't tell me she's a foreign spy!"
Shen Qingli's tone was unremarkable: "Zhao Xiaoyun, stop jumping around. You're whining and it's disgusting."
Zhao Xiaoyun wanted to curse back, but then she remembered that there were militiamen nearby. She would wait until Shen Qingli was caught by the militiamen and criticized, and then she would throw rotten eggs at her. Humph!
Yang Dagang stared at Shen Qingli with a serious look: "Shen Zhiqing, if you can't explain the source of these things clearly, don't blame us for being rude."
Shen Qingli sighed: "I will cooperate with you."
"Then let me first explain to you the existence of the two foreign books." Yang Dagang raised his voice, his eyes sharp.
"I learned foreign languages from my teacher in school. As for why I can't read foreign books now, the reason why I have books is because I work as an amateur translator for a newspaper in Beijing. I get corresponding fees for translating articles and books. This is my work certificate." Shen Qingli handed it to Yang Dagang slowly.
Yang Dagang looked at it for a while and felt that he couldn't make out anything. This seal must be real. Shen Zhiqing probably didn't have time to prepare this thing in advance to fool them. He said pretentiously: "Okay, this explains it clearly. What about the others? No matter how high your salary is, you can't afford your high expenses, right?"
Shen Qingli sighed and said slowly, "I didn't buy any of my clothes or shoes myself. They were all bought by my family or made by my elders. When I went to the countryside, I mailed three large packages, and many villagers knew about it.
My parents sent me a new cotton-padded jacket, bills, and 500 yuan in cash just two days ago. I bought the bicycle with the money I brought back from my trip to the countryside. The curtains and sheets were gifts from my grandparents and uncle, who moved to Xiangcheng a few years ago to start a business. They often send me nice clothes, shoes, fabric, and other goodies.
All the food I eat is bought with money and tickets. I can't buy that much at once, but I go there often. I'm greedy, so whenever I have time I go to town to buy food.
Shen Qingli paused, then looked up at Yang Dagang: "So, militia comrade, do you have any questions?"
"Why did your parents give you so many things and money? Even workers in Beijing only make a few dozen yuan a month at most. Where did their money come from?" Yang Dagang thought he was going to make a contribution and could catch a big fish by following Shen Qingli's lead.
Shen Qingli looked at his excited face and knew that he had no good intentions.
"Comrade Militia, I didn't want to tell you originally, but since you insist on asking, then I will tell you. My father is the director of the Beijing Iron and Steel Plant, and my mother is the director of the Beijing Textile Plant. My grandfather just retired from the position of the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and my grandmother is a university professor. My boyfriend is the youngest regimental commander of the Beijing Garrison. I myself am a non-staff member of the Beijing Newspaper. Before my grandparents went to Xiangcheng, they donated most of their family wealth to the motherland during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression without seeking fame or fortune! Comrade Militia, do you still think that our family's salary can't provide for my food and drink?" Shen Qingli's words were precious and he pressed on step by step.
"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding Shen Zhiqing. You explained it very clearly. We were too abrupt today." Yang Dagang felt cold sweat on his forehead. He had hit a wall this time. Any one of the family members could crush him to death.
Shen Qingli sneered in his heart: See, this is human nature.
"Now that everything is clear, shouldn't you arrest the person who started the rumor? After all, it's wasted your time. He also slandered my reputation and even called me names, trying to provoke a fight. This... Oh, could he be a spy?" Shen Qingli covered his mouth, looking like he had just gotten the truth. The villagers around him were talking about it. Some were shocked by Shen Qingli's family, while others were discussing why Zhao Xiaoyun always had a problem with Shen Zhiqing. Now, he had ruined himself.
"Zhao Xiaoyun, you've spread rumors and caused trouble, insulted and slandered the educated youth, undermined collective unity, and occupied public resources. Come with us," Yang Dagang said, motioning for two militiamen to escort her. Before Zhao Xiaoyun could say anything, the militiamen gagged her with a rag and took her away. "I'm sorry about what happened today, Shen Zhiqing. We're taking her back now, and we'll definitely give her an explanation." Yang Dagang just wanted to leave quickly, to get as far away from Shen Zhiqing as possible.
Shen Qingli nodded. "Thank you, comrades militia, for enforcing the law impartially today. Goodbye."
As soon as the militia left, the captain stepped forward and scolded a few villagers who wanted to get close to Shen Qingli, and organized everyone to disperse.
He glanced at Shen Qingli with a complicated look, then walked away with his hands behind his back. This Captain Meng and Shen Zhiqing are truly remarkable...
Shen Qingli returned to the house and tidied up the messy house.
What she didn't say was that the Shen family truly didn't need this little money. While not everyone in the family gave her money to spend, as she'd said, her mother had told her that the factory had implemented a "four-way split" model over a decade ago. After the factory became a joint venture, Shen's father, both the director and the investor, received 25% of the factory's profits annually. Even when that share dropped to 5% two years later, he still received dividends from the factory every year. Shen's mother held a lower position, but she still received some dividends. So, the Shen family truly didn't need this little money.
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